“Every last word
Could have been scorn
But you chose to tell me
Words that were warm
That part of my life is over
And things are now unraveling

There were so many thoughts
That I needed to verbalize
Your plans for that night
Burning away
In the scented candlelight
Just turn out the lights

Down on the boulevards
Of our town
Doors are shuttered
Windows latched down
We used to have parades after
The summer championship
Little-league baseball games

There were so many thoughts
That I should have verbalized
When your plans for that night
Went burning away
In scented candlelight
Just turn out the lights

There were so many thoughts
That I should have verbalized
But our plans for that night
Are burning away
In the scented candlelight
Just turn out the lights”